I see a swallow perched in front of me 

Laughing with her eyes so sullenly 

The I see a truck go down the way 

No delivery for me today 



There's a man upon a little bike 

That makes him feel so big he can't decide 

If he should give up scraping both his knees 

For the sake of being so discreet 

So discreet 



Before I know it I am far away 

The swallow looks so small she can't complain 

I don't remember which warm house is mine 

So I choose the one whose love is fine 

Love is fine